A cold morning, an overcast sky
winter approaches, slowly and sly
ignorantly, we pay no heed
allowing the planting of its seed
nobody challenges this rape of our land
for we, poor mortals, do not understand
the cyclic changes of the seasons that pass
'til we're faced with Jack Frost and his breath like glass
and as winter finally takes its hold
we wrap up well against the cold
for, despite all that this season may bring
we look forward, with hope
to the coming of spring.
Posted by scotslad60 on 2007-09-17 12:25:26 | Rating: | Views: 97